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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Hermione followed his lead, sitting down after him. She hadn't actually paid much attention at all during the last week to what had been going on in the journals. She'd mostly been hiding from everyone as much as she could without worrying people and trying to avoid actual personal contact, which was impossible, but she didn't stop trying. That was why she was feeling guilty, because she knew that she was far from the only person grieving, and they all needed each other right now, not to be cut off from the group as a whole, as she had been. But even though the logical side of her knew that, she still didn't want to see anyone. Except Ron. He was really the only person she felt ok around right now.

Hermione leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees, then her face in her hands and rubbed at her eyes. "I just don't think I can take the looks anymore, Ron. I mean, it seems like I can't pass even a complete stranger without them staring at me, or offering condolences, or wanting to pat me on the back, as if that will help, or comfort me!" Hermione hadn't realized how frustrated she was with all of this until she'd started talking about it. She hadn't spoken a word of anything to anyone since it happened, now she was getting the chance to speak her mind to someone she trusted. "I just want to wake up from this nightmare. I wish my parents were here, but they're not due back for another few months. And everyone keeps looking to me like I'm supposed to know what to do, and I have no idea! No amount of research will give me answers for this!"